We were never in this one.
Even before Conor Coady was sent off for hauling down Leon Clarke the home side were well on top.
They were quicker to the ball, snappier in the tackle and effervescent in their efforts to stop Wolves playing out.
That enthusiasm forced the mistake and from that point on it was one way traffic until they made the breakthrough.
For all their intricate build up play, the goals that won it were meat and drink, with Clarke inevitably there to connect with the crosses.
It’s disappointing in that sense they didn’t have to play through us to win the day. It all felt too easy.
Ruben Neves should have made life significantly more uncomfortable by tying things up from the spot, but truthfully he never looked like scoring.
It was one of those jittery half-baked run ups that rarely inspires confidence and the contact was then less than perfect.
Had Helder Costa still been on the pitch he might well have taken responsibility but on a night of disappointment he was hooked in the tactical reshuffle after Coady headed for the shower.
Still, it’s good that he’s now considered fit enough to feature and you would think he’ll get a relaunch on Saturday.
Beyond that crumb of positive news you’re hard pressed to find anything else.
The lesson to learn is start faster.
Teams will press high and try to force mistakes. Wolves have to show more tenacity, more imagination and a greater appetite to establish a foothold so they can play their game.
This was a blip but it was a blip you could see coming.
Take the medicine and go again.